"The weather is getting hot," said the clan leader with a slight sigh, leaning on the mottled bone magic wand and looking at the remote space.

    "Because the dry season is coming again."

    Olkash stood behind the old leader and watched the every move of other orcs in the tribe. He seemed to be in a good mood: "the little man has sent someone a few days ago. This time he wants more than last year. Commander Garda is already preparing."

    "As Lord Caesar said, it seems that they have not found the formula of summer grass. The fruit you picked has confused their sight."

    Steve turned his head: "olkash, did you send today''s bass ergot?"

    "You can rest assured."

    The orc behind him nodded without hesitation: "we are no longer short of food. Half of the soldiers are hunting for Lord Caesar."

    "This guy is growing so fast that he can eat more and more."

    Steve smiled: "it seems that my decision in the first two years was quite wise."

    "You are the greatest wise man of the stone crow clan for thousands of years."

    Olkash flattered from the bottom of his heart. Looking at the old patriarch whose back was slightly bent in front of him, he was filled with emotion.

    Since he remembered, he seldom saw Sifu smile. Almost never. The old clan leader always pursed his mouth and spoke little. He liked to stay in a daze with a bone stick. He silently watched each Orc grow up and silently supported the rocky progress of the stone crow clan.

    However, the situation of the tribe was much better than usual this year. The life of the orcs had been greatly improved. Seeing that the days were getting more and more yin and foot, and no newborn died of hunger, the smile on the old leader''s face gradually increased.

    The arrival of the black dragon is like a stream of living water, bringing life and hope.

    First of all, summer grass has achieved great success in northern countries. It is not only sought after by civilians, but also caters to the preferences of many nobles, and the sales volume is amazing.

    Although Roy, who was in charge of selling, wanted to embezzle this huge amount of money, he was limited by the oath of God. He could only squeeze his nose and send a lot of 60% of the profits to the stone crow clan.

    When the orcs saw their first income and opened the box full of gold coins, the others had no feeling, but the old leader SIFE was startled.

    Unlike other orcs, the wizard was well-informed and had a wide range of friends when he was young. He knew how much such a sum of money was in human territory and how much food he could exchange for. It was inevitable that his heart was hot.

    But this money does not belong to the stone crow clan, it belongs to Caesar, and SIFE has no right to touch it.

    He clearly knew the attraction of treasure to dragons. He sighed gently and didn''t say much. He directly closed the box and asked two orcs to carry it to the black dragon on the top of the mountain.

    However, what Caesar did next really surprised the eyes of these Orcs: the black dragon gave this treasure to the stone crow clan.

    A whole year has passed so far, but olkash still has fresh memories of what Black Dragon said at that time——

    Black Dragon said, "the purpose of these gold coins is not to lie in my nest. Here they are as meaningless as stones. Only by spending them can we show the real value of wealth."

    Unfortunately, few of the stone crow clan can understand the true meaning of these words.

    How can gold coins be compared with stones? Even the old wizard SIF, who is called a wise man, doesn''t know why.

    However, this did not hinder the tribe''s worship of the black dragon. According to Caesar''s order, they took all the proceeds from the sale of summer grass, bought food from humans, exchanged suitable Orc armor and weapons, and bought many tools they didn''t know how to use at the beginning.

    With the resources, under the guidance of Lord Caesar, the orcs are still expanding their territory and scope of activities.

    Today, the stone crow clan has long been different. It has already crossed from the stone age to the iron age, and has sufficient resources. Soldiers have more time to complete training, exercise strength and combat skills. Women can also be free from fear that they can''t afford to give birth, open their stomachs and try to give birth.

    As long as the current virtuous circle can be maintained, within ten years, the scale and combat effectiveness of Shiya clan will be doubled several times and become a large tribe that really has the right to speak in Nuo Da mangye.

    "How many people are gale going to take?"

    After a moment of silence, Steve suddenly opened his mouth and squinted at the rising sun in the far sky.

    "Twenty is enough. We have walked this road many times. We are very familiar with the flying apes in moster canyon. There will be no problem."

    Olkash said quietly that the orcs have changed a lot more or less in the past year, even the unspeakable commander garh has spoken more, and so has he.

    "Well, take the rest of the people to hunt, and then tell the women to start preparing."

    Steve nodded and said in a deep voice, "tell the children that we are going to hold ''mudara'' this year."

    "Yes."

    Olkash nodded and walked back subconsciously, but he was stunned in situ without taking two steps. Then he quickly ran back for two steps, stared and asked, "you said you were going to hold ''mudala''?"

    "Mudara" is the most important traditional festival of the orc clan in a year.

    When the ancient Orc Empire had not disintegrated, every year''s mudara was an orc carnival. Whether they were strong or weak, high or low, they drank together on that day, and sang with each other arm in arm.

    It is said that on that day, the orc Empire would invite elves to perform operas and dwarves to show tricks. Warriors wrestled with each other and danced with wolves. It is said that at that time, even the long-standing, remote and powerful Southern empire that never sets the sun would send envoys to congratulate them.

    However, such a vision only remains in the story. Olkash has not seen mudala with his own eyes, because the tribe could not hold this carnival before.

    It is too barren. Before, when the dry season came and mudala was held in history, the orcs of Shiya clan had to simplify everything, take out the stored dry food, let the children eat a full meal, kneel in the stone cave and pray to the ancient ancestors, so as to remember the arrival of mudala.

    Although he had heard women talk to each other about mudara before, olkash didn''t take it to heart, but this time it was different. He actually heard the old patriarch personally tell him that mudara would be held this year to celebrate.

    "Is what you said true?" olkash was still uncertain.

    "Get ready."

    The old leader smiled and said, "it''s too late."

    "In time!"

    Olkash hit his fists together and became excited. He nodded excitedly, turned his head and ran to the tribe: "I''ll invite Lord Caesar first..."

    The orc''s voice pulled farther and farther.

    Steve looked at olkash''s back with a smile. Until his figure completely disappeared, he gradually closed his smile, opened his mouth and muttered, "Caesar... Will you choose it after I die?"